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Friday, June 11</center>
So much has gone on since I last checked in! First off, Sieben’s been out and about quite a bit. We've gotten many a new family member, Equus and Ronach probably being the most interesting of them. Sieben’s met a few Feien – including the juvenile Tosten and his intellectual superior Aileron, both of which I’ve heard all about via Sieben. In our time apart she’s also gotten a pixapup, a tiny little husky to be precise. He’s named Acht, and is rarely seen away from Sieben. She brings him everywhere with her! In fact, she’s even come up with a sketch of something that looks like a miniscule dog tote. Anyway, I figure it’s time to let Sieben start her own diary. We started out with the regular diary routine, but I found that Sieben soon got bored of it. So now I’ve taught her how to use the video-camera rather than just writing everything. I would’ve volunteered to tape myself, but she insists on doing it alone.
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Sieben's Video

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Weasley’s dusty VCR wheezes slightly as the tape begins to roll. It’s playing static…and only static for a long minute before Sieben’s tawny face appears. She blinks confusedly into the camera.
“Is it on yet?” she questioned, moving a metallic lock of hair from her eyes and backing away from the device. A louder, more pronounced voice took form from somewhere out of the camera’s range. “Is the red light on?”
“Oh…right. Yes,” Sieben cleared her throat quickly before continuing her entry.
“Well…it seems that I now have an obligation, diary, and that is to record my thoughts using this very camera. Now I ask of you – just how am I supposed to pour my soul out to you? The chances of this video being found is a chance I cannot take. Which is why,
diary, I just can not use you,” she folded her arms across her chest and took a seat on the floor, where she was welcomed warmly by Acht’s tiny tongue.
“Not now, love,” Sieben muttered in protest to his affections. “I’m busy,” she pointed towards the lens slowly, an idea evident on her face. “Acht…Acht, I have an idea!” she murred enthusiastically to the dog before leaning over and whispering something unheard into his ear. She turned, once again, back towards the camera.
“Never mind about all that! Acht here has agreed to keep careful watch over these tapes, and to place them where no one will ever think to look…” she paused to wink at the tiny husky, who in turn yipped happily.
Seemingly out of nowhere, a small, winged boy who appears to be around the age of eight flitters into view. He looks rushed, and becomes visibly uncomfortable after noticing he's being videotaped. He mumbles something to Sieben and disappears as quickly as he came.
"Diary, it appears that I'm going to have to end this for now - until next time, Auf Wiedersehen!" She winked knowingly at the camera as if they had shared an intimate secret, and snapped off the tape. The video continues rolling, bringing us back to the beginning's static.